[Hook - Mecca]
I'm feelin' it, fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it, feel the Lex pushin' up on the set
I'm feelin' it, feel the high that you get from the la
Feelin' it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky

[Verse 1]
I keep it realer than most, I know you feelin' it
Cristal on ice, I like to toast, I keep on spilling it
Bone crushers I keep real close, I got the skill for this
On my back the flyest clothes, looking ill and shit
Transactions illegitimate cause life is still a bitch
And then you die, but for now, life, close your eyes and feel this dick
Since diapers, had nothing to live for like them lifers but
Making sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher
We paid the price to circle us, success - they turned my mic up
I'm about to hit these niggas with some shit that'll light they life up
If every nigga in your clique is rich, your clique is rugged
Nobody will fall cause everyone will be each others crutches
I hope you fools choose to listen, I drop jewels, bust it
These are the rules I follow in my life, you gotta love it
Jiggy-jigga looking gully in the joint
If y'all niggas ain't talking bout large money, what's the point?

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Even if it ain't sunny, hey, I ain't complainin'
I'm in the rain doing a buck 40, hydroplanin'. What shorty?
(Where you disappear son?)
Maintainin', putting myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in
I'm living, the ill streets' blues got you hunger painin'
Nothing to gain and a whole lot to lose you still singin', fool
I'm thorough, in every borough my name be ringin'
Warming it up for the perfect time to hit your brain, and
Ya feelin' it? To all the girls that bought a girdle to conceal my bricks
No doubt, they can vouch my life is real as shit
95 South and Papi on the Hill and shit
And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed with, shit
And all the thorough-ass niggas that I hustle with
Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit
These fake rappers can't really know I'm lovin it, ya feelin it?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
What, y'all ain't heard? That nigga Jay hot
The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch
I keep it tight for all the nights my momma prayed I'd stop
Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatal shot
Those nightmares, ma
Those dreams that you say you've got, give me the chills
But these mils, well, they make me hot. Y'all feel me
Enough to stop the illin' right?
But at the same time these dimes keep me feelin' tight
I'm so confused
OK I'm getting weeded now. I know I'm contradicting myself
Look, I don't need that now!
It's just once in a blue moon when there's nothing to do...and
The tension gets too thick for my sober mind to cut through
I get to zonin': me and this chick on the L and then we're bonin'
I free my mind sometimes I hear myself moanin'
Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone, man